Sun Ling Cai stared at Yuan's face, stunned. It was identical to the statue enshrined in the Demon Sealing Clan's Grand Library—handsome, timeless, and unmistakable.
It had been years since Sun Ling Cai last saw Yuan, and in that time, he had matured. He no longer merely resembled the Divine Paragon—he was his exact likeness, down to the last detail.
"F-Founder...? That's impossible…"
Sun Ling Cai had spent many years gazing at the Divine Paragon's statue since she joined the Demon Sealing Clan, and as a painter who painted countless pieces of him, there was no way she could mistake his features. Yet even now, she struggled to believe what her eyes were showing her.
"Your first instinct is to run again? I thought you wanted to see me, Demon Emperor 'Slaughter'," Yuan said coldly as he walked toward Sun Ling Cai's battered body.
